Shuma-Gorath Was Stunned!

"Who's there?!"

Shuma-Gorath suddenly heard movement beside him.

Startled, he roared.

He whipped around.

A young man was standing right behind him.

What the hell?

He hadn't sensed the slightest fluctuation of energy.

Shuma-Gorath widened his eyes and scrutinized the man.

He stared for a long time.

Still, he couldn't make anything out.

The man's presence was as blank as a sheet of paper.

But Shuma-Gorath knew one thing.

Anyone who could appear here without a sound was no ordinary person.

"A human?"

"Why are you here?"

Shuma-Gorath's expression darkened.

He had just boasted that no one could track him down.

And now he'd been proven wrong.

It felt awful.

What he couldn't understand was this:

How had the man found this place?

It made no sense.

Even if the Elder Gods who once lived on Earth were still around, they couldn't have tracked him down so easily.

His true body hadn't even entered the material world.

His attack on The Ancient One just now

had been nothing more than a dream he'd constructed with his mental power.

He was so powerful

that he could interfere with reality through dreams alone.

He usually used this method to corrupt souls, capture slaves, and find bodies to possess.

Dreams were intangible by nature.

Ordinary people had no way to trace them.

So how had this young man found him?

The more Shuma-Gorath thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.

He glared at the young man.

"Who the hell are you?"

"You were the one who ruined my plans just now, weren't you?"

Ren ignored him.

He studied the monster wearing a human guise.

It looked convincingly human.

But Ren could still smell an evil stench on it, like an open sewer.

It was utterly chaotic.

Waves of corruption kept radiating from